Alex had felt a sense of deep urgency. He knew he had to reach home. Always immersed in work, living the jet-set lifestyle, Alex honestly could not remember calling any place his home... in years. The last place he'd called home had been where he'd grown up with his mother and later when he'd met Cat and felt that same sense of belonging again.
However, false that may have been.
He had worked harder and faster than ever to get the Chinese to co-operate and sign on the dotted line for a new contract to build a fleet of armored trucks and jets. Never one to ignore his instincts he'd felt a sense of expectant danger in the air. He had told Cat that he would be coming back in two weeks. Maybe longer. But here Alex was, finished with cutting through the heavy Republican red tape within eight days. His pulse sped up and his stomach tightened at the thought of seeing Cat again. Alex quickly rushed through Customs and made his way from JFK airport to his ride.
